"You are forgetting there is one more enemy that we have," Don gave a hint, glancing at him from the side-eye.
"One more? ...you mean those Dwarfs of the east?" Zivan lifted one of his eyebrows.
"We will find that out soon," Don said and they entered the king's quarters.
"Good morning, mother, father," both of them greeted one after another.
Zachary was sipping on his early morning tea with his queen Abrielle on the open terrace.
The scenery that this place offered was amazing.
From afar they could see a small mountain standing proudly in the east direction. While the sun was rising slowly from the wast. As the morning sun fell on it the fresh greenery and flowers started to shimmer.
Soft rays of the sun were falling on the terrace as well and they could see the whole castle from here.
"Good morning," A small smile spread on Abrielle's face. Zivan walked ahead and planted a small kiss on her forehead.
